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Party Game

By: hemo101



I was in a party once when it was decided that the men and women play a game of strip trivia pursuit against each other. Names were thereupon drawn to determine which man and woman would be playing against each other. A wrong answer to cost a garment, but only if the other contestant got the right answer. The two contestants would continue to play until one of them was naked. They would then rejoin the spectators, undressed as they were. 

It was further agreed, that once everyone had played, or if the game was cut short for any reason, the members of the sex with the most garments left would be allowed to get dressed, and the sex with the fewest garments would party naked. 

It was lastly stipulated, that everyone would go home dressed as they were after the game was over. Since the winning sex got to get dressed before the party was over, all the members of the losing sex would go home less than fully dressed. 

I had a side bet with the man I went to the party with. Whichever one of us lost the fewest garments owed a 'favor' to the other, in the winner's home. 

The first contest was a rout. The woman ended up nude while the man did not lose a stitch of clothing. 

The second contest was equally one sided, but this time it was the woman left fully clothed while the man ended up naked. 

I was the woman in the third contest. I was down to my stocking feet by the time he lost one of his shoes. By then, one of the other women commented it was so late and suggested that we continue the game at another party next month. As to be expected, the lone naked woman was the only one to protest, but unfortunately for her, she was the only one to the contrary and everyone else signified their agreement.

After tallying the scores, it was confirmed that the women lost to the men, by one measly shoe. This brought a cry of anguish from the lone woman who lost, as she suddenly realized that not only would she have to party and go home naked, she would be the only one doing so at that.

Since the men had lost the fewest clothes, they all got completely dressed, leaving the woman who lost stark naked and me shoeless in my stocking feet, for the rest of the night. The naked woman desperately asked the others to be allowed something to wear, but no one would oblige her. Some of the women even mercilessly teased her about her naked state, as she was made to mingle and party on au naturel, with nothing but a flushed and embarrassed look on her face. They even made her dance a number of fast and slow numbers with the men, which everyone else totally enjoyed watching.

As I continued to observe the humiliations the naked woman was undergoing, I could not help but think she might have been set up by the others, from the start. Considering that the game I played could have gone either way had it been allowed to continue till the end, I think they may have purposely stopped the game when they did to ensure that I would have lost only my shoes, ensuring then that she would be the only one utterly, and humiliatingly naked.

For the rest of the party, the lone naked woman was the center of every ones' attention. No matter what she did or where she went, she was always surrounded by fully dressed people who openly ogled and oftentimes even brazenly groped her naked flesh, which made her cringe in shame.

Pretty soon, all the other guests, both men and women, took every opportunity to openly caress, grope and fondle her tits and ass in front of everyone, totally unmindful of the nude woman's obvious embarrassment.

In fact, of all the guests, I think it was the women who took the most pleasure in tormenting the naked woman no end by constantly reminding her about her solitary nude state and purposely brush up their fully clothed selves against her bare, exposed skin, which no doubt heightened her sense of nudity and made her feel even more naked and vulnerable than she actually was.(n.b. if that was at all possible that is)

To be honest, I was not at all an innocent bystander in all these. I too partook in that naked woman's debasement as I eagerly joined along with the crowd and contributed my fair share in furthering the poor naked woman's ignominy.

In fact, I may have even precipitated the most humiliating experience she had to endure that night.

At one point of the party I was lurking behind her totally mesmerized by her undulating ass, as she fidgeted uncomfortably from foot to foot, while talking to a leering group of men and women. Suddenly, I got this urge to hug the naked woman. Being inebriated by the copious amount of alcohol I had been imbibing, I furtively snuck up behind her and. without warning, put my arms around her in a tight embrace and pulled her towards me till the whole of her naked backside lay flush against the front of my stylish outfit. At that time, I was in a long skirt with blouse over which I had worn on a long sleeved cardigan. My feet were in stockings and I had on a large belt, which I am sure the nude woman felt as I sensually ground at the small of her naked back.

To say that I caught her by surprise would be an understatement. I had completely taken her unawares that she was unable to put up any resistance whatsoever as I held her in my tight embrace. It was only when my hands cupped her breasts and started caressing her ever hardening nipples that she seemed to come out of her stupor.

As my probing hands slowly and sensuously kneaded the naked woman's quivering flesh, she started to react to my ministrations and softly moaned out in pleasure while grinding herself more firmly against me. For the moment, I allowed her to enjoy the stimulation her body so desperately needed. However, just when I felt she was about to reach her peak, I stopped my caresses and suddenly took hold of both her hardened nipples, pulling and pinching them firmly, but not cruelly. She whimpered in both pain and pleasure as I alternately bit down and softly lick her ear, while tuning her nipples as if they where radio dials.

I guess my actions with the nude woman caught the attention and interest of the rest of the party goers. We were the center of attention of everyone, and little did I know our little show would go on a lot further.

While I had the naked woman squirming at my hands, we were joined by two of the most clothed women in the party. Both were in long sleeved shirts and tight leather pants, and had on matching vests and boots. They were also wearing leather driving gloves, which made the naked woman appear even more naked as the two put their gloved hands on her.

At my signal the two newcomers relieved me of the naked woman and soon had her sandwiched between them, allowing me a front row seat of the naked woman's further debasement.

They had her squashed between them front and back. The woman at the front vigorously rubbing her clothed body against the full length of the naked woman's front, while the woman behind did the same against her naked back and rear. Pretty soon they had the naked the naked woman on her back on the floor with both clothed women kissing her all over, in full view of the appreciative audience who could not get enough of this wanton display of sapphic love.

As if on cue, a gloved hand of both girls found their way in the entrance of naked woman's pulsating pussy. As her love hole was already overflowing with juices, it was not difficult for the two other women to stick two of their gloved fingers in the naked woman's pussy to the hilt. They then slowly and steadily sawed in and out of her with their embedded fingers, loving the look of unbridled passion on the naked woman's face as her body reacted to the pleasurable stimulation being given it.

Again, just as the poor tormented naked woman was about to orgasm, the two maliciously stopped their ministrations and just sat back, fixing the naked woman with mischievous grins. When the naked woman looked up tho them with a pleading look, they wickedly told her to make herself cumm.

For a moment the naked woman just lay there uncomprehendingly, while the two clothed women"s gloved hands stood poise on top of her already violated cunt. Then slowly lowering her eyes in defeat, she grasped the two other women's gloved hands and proceeded to saw them into her, in and out, faster and faster until she was able to come to a thunderous orgasm, before every one else in the party.

As the naked woman lay on the floor basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm she had ever experienced, the two women received a rousing ovation from the other guests, especially after they stuck their cum soaked gloved fingers into the mouth of the naked woman, who submissively licked them clean.

Fortunately for the naked women, after her memorable performance, she was mostly left alone for the rest of the party. Although she did remain absolutely naked, and remained so until the very end.  

The party finally ended after about another hour or so.The women who hadn't played yet got to go home fully dressed, and so did the woman who had won. I thought I had to go home more or less fully clothed, except for my shoes, while the woman who lost had to go home stark naked. The only one to do so.

She did look so naked and awkwardly out of place as everyone gathered around to say their goodbyes, what with everyone else getting even more dressed up than they already were, by putting on their coats and hats. Although I may have been without my shoes at the time, at least my lack of footwear was nothing compared to the ignominy the lone naked woman had to endure. (BTW just as I was about to step on the asphalt road in my stocking feet, one of the women gave me my shoes back, telling me that she didn't want my stockings ruined or anything.)

Of course she had to say it loud enough for everyone to hear, including the nude woman, who by then was on the street stark naked and gingerly making her way to her date's car on bare feet. Needless to say, this made the nude woman's face to blush even more in shame, especially so that what she said drew another round of laughter and ridicule from the departing guests, who could not help but enjoy themselves at the nude woman's further debasement.

When the nude woman finally made it to her date's car, she was suddenly joined by three others, a man and two other women. As the man got in the front seat beside her date, the nude woman was made to sit in between the two fully dressed women in the back. I shudder to think that the nude woman's embarrassing evening would probably not yet be over by a long shot, as her companions continued to whoop it up and cause quite a ruckus while they sped away.  

As for our little beton the side, my date hadn't had his turn in the game yet, so he had lost fewer garments than I. I, therefore, owed him a favor, which unfortunately would have to be paid at some future time, since I intended to trail the naked woman and her so called friends, and be a witness to whatever debauchery they planned for her to undergo later.

Party Games



My partner, Diane, and I had lived in the small country town for about three years and had made quite a lot of new friends, but common interests had thrown eight of us together in an especially close group. The women met often and conspired like witches in a coven whilst the men did the same, usually with a glass of something in our hands at the local pub. All of us were professional people and, even if I say so myself, fairly attractive. We enjoyed a pretty open and broadminded friendship, which led to lively times when the whole group met together. However, these "get-togethers" were nothing compared to what transpired on the 10th June.

It had been Sarah's thirty-second birthday on the previous Wednesday - the 7th June - and her husband, Steve, had asked Diane and I, together with Dave, Holly, Pete and Rosemary to go over for dinner on the following Saturday evening.

We duly arrived around 7:30pm and presented our birthday gifts to Sarah along with our contributions to the bar. Steve served the ladies a drink and pointed us in the right direction to help ourselves. This we did and, so armed, we fell to chatting amongst ourselves.

At dinner, conversation was lively as the drink loosened our inhibitions. Village gossip ruled as the women recounted, for the men's benefit, the various scandals to have surfaced since our last meeting.

Needless to say these scandals revolved around the rapacious sexual behaviour of certain male and female inhabitants which, during the course of each tale were systematically and methodically sexually dissected.

"Apparently Martin Jones is divorcing Jane," put in Sarah at one point and then added, "Apparently he found her in bed with his brother, who was staying with them."

"She says that it was a mistake. That Tom, the brother, climbed into her bed in the dark after a couple of drinks and she thought it was Martin and gave him a fair seeing-to before Martin came in and found them."

"Yeh! Yeh!" jeered Holly, who had demolished the best part of a bottle of red wine at this point.

"As if she wouldn't recognise whose appendage it was between her legs."

Everyone exchanged amused glances.

"One cock is much the same as another," argued Sarah, less afraid to call a spade a 'cock' and Diane, laughing, agreed.

"No, No, No - they are like fingerprints," slurred Holly, "Each one is different."

"You're an expert are you, then?" asked Dave mischievously, who had said little while his wife was propounding her theory, but was curious to hear about her experiences.

"I'm just saying that that I would know if it was Dave who was - you know, inside me"

"Well I'm not sure I would," said Sarah - and Diane agreed again, leaving Holly out on a limb.

"I bet you anything you like you wouldn't." argued Pete, who had joined in just to wind Holly up. But Holly took the bait.

"I bet you £1000 I would," she countered not realising the significance of her statement.

"You're on, Holly!" responded Pete mischievously.

Silence fell on a grinning dinner party until, feeling someone should say something, I said, 

" Fine. So all we have to do is turn out the lights and let each of us supply Holly with a sample and let her tell us which cock was Dave's."

Everyone laughed and Steve said, "You talked your way into that one, Holly."

"Well! I know I could," she quipped peevishly looking at Dave. He shrugged.

After a while Rosemary asked light-heartedly , "Are you sure that this isn't just a ruse to sample every man here, Holly?" whereupon Sarah, seeing the possibilities, pretended to reverse her opinion and said, "On second thoughts I think I could tell as well."

Diane, who was on Sarah's wavelength, agreed, looked towards me and smiled naughtily as she said it, probably seeking some sort of approval.

The group fell silent again for a while until I said simply, " Well? Are we going to solve this or not?"

" Not unless Holly is prepared to go through with a test?" taunted Pete.

"It's not just Holly, it's all the men here, plus their wives," I cautioned

The mood had changed. Everyone was excited - but nervous. They had also been loosened up by the drink and made horny by the talk, especially Holly who had, by now, finally taken in the concept of being fucked by four virile males and was probably feeling hornier than the rest of us put together. However, she still needed some encouragement.

"What do you think?" she asked Dave. He sniffed theatrically and replied, "Holly, do what you what. We are amongst friends here, but don't expect "seconds" when we get home." 

This lightened the atmosphere and Rosemary asked tentatively, " Well Holly, are you up for it. Judging from the bulging groins around this table all the men are?"

"What about us?" mewed Sarah, "Holly and the boys all get fucked and we have to watch - thanks a bunch!"

"We could all take turns," put in Diane looking flushed and excited at the prospect.

"Well, I've played some party games in my time but this one will take the biscuit," said Pete.

I took control, " I think before we go any further we ought to make sure everyone is comfortable with what is being suggested here. Is everyone agreed we go ahead? I think I speak for each of us when I say that if any one of us feels unhappy we should stop, here and now and, just so we do not make anyone feel as though they are being railroaded into it, I think we should have a blind ballot." 

Several faces frowned until I asked Sarah whether her kids had one of those games that uses red and yellow counters. She said yes, realising what I intended and went to fetch it and a cloth bag. When she returned she placed them both on the table. 

I asked everyone to take both a red and a yellow counter.

"OK," I said, "I will come to each of you and you will put a yellow counter in the bag if you wish to continue or a red one if you don't. You can hide it in your hand until it is in the bag so that no one will know how you voted and if we get a single red one, we stop. 

Is that agreed?"

They all nodded their assent and I collected a counter from each of them. They held the other one discreetly hidden in their other hand.

When all counters had been collected I shook the bag and said, "Well, here goes, then," and emptied the contents of the bag onto the table. 

Eight glowing yellow discs tumbled from the bag.

I suppose that each one of us had expected a least one red disc and so gave a little gasp at the result. I collected the remaining counters and Sarah took them all away again.

"You seem to be a good organiser, John. What comes next? " Said Dave.

"Well, the first thing is that we get a drink and move through to the lounge. That will allow the girls to clear the table." I added, being unintentionally patronising. 

Steve and Sarah had a square spacious lounge with a wide arch at one end that led into their dining room through which most of us paraded to take up a comfortable seat. With four hands at work the remains of the meal was cleared quickly and the girls soon joined us in the main room.

I found myself sitting like Hans Christian Anderson, surrounded by children eager to hear another story and I smiled quietly to myself.

"I think the first thing to get out of the way is Holly's silly bet. I don't expect we want to make her stick to it, do we?"

"Everyone shook their heads."

"Besides it seems that all the ladies want to take a turn - is that right?"

They all nodded, Diane rather eagerly, I noticed, and I raised an eyebrow to her. She responded by pushing her tongue out cheekily.

"Right, this is how it will be played." I said authoritatively, "Sarah, I want you to cut four identical pieces of card and write the numbers one to four on them. Then we place them in the bag and each man takes one. This will determine who goes first, second etc. Then, because it was Holly who started the whole thing off, she can be the first lady but the other three can draw for it like the men - using three cards but removing the number one, of course. Ok, let us do that now."

Sarah disappeared again and returned with a post card, bag, scissors and a pen and began the task.

When she had finished, she took out the number one and replaced the remaining cards in the bag and offered them first to Diane. She drew number two, then Rosemary drew number four leaving her, Sarah, to take third place.

She handed the replenished bag to me and I invited each man to take a ticket,

"Don't show or tell anyone," I said - that’s what Holly has to guess and we will draw again when each girl's turn comes.

As we drew our cards, something struck Pete, "Er, Um….I don't know about you guys but it has been a couple of years since I did it four times in one night let alone a hour or so."

Rosemary quipped, "Before my time then," and fell into laughter with the others.

"Good point," I acknowledged, " We will have to limit each turn to a certain number of, well, strokes - how about twenty?"

"How about a hundred and twenty?" shouted Holly, determined she was not going to be short changed.

"Steve has never done a hundred and twenty strokes in his life, have you Steve?," laughed Sarah, pulling a face at him.

I held my ground. "I think we will stick to twenty, OK?"

While I had been speaking, Sarah had lit several candles in the lounge and turned out the lights in the dining room and lounge to create a cosy and romantic atmosphere.

I continued. "I don't know what you ladies think but I think that each girl should be blindfolded and bent over the dining table leaning on cushions. Each man will approach from behind, drop his trousers and perform his twenty thrusts without any other part of his body touching. Does that sound fair?"

"Sound a bit clinical, don't you think?" stated Rosemary, "I think I'd like a bit of foreplay."

"That will be down to whoever goes first," said Holly enthusiastically.

"I don't know about you, Rosemary but I'm already wet just thinking about it," said Sarah.

"OK, number one gets to do the foreplay until the girl says she's ready," I said adding, 

"Ready to go Holly?"

Sarah had already found a silk scarf with which to blindfold her and as she tied it around Holly's head you could taste the sexual tension in the room. When blindfolded Sarah led Holly into the darkened dining room carrying a pair of cushions that she placed on the table. Then she stood Holly against it and called back,

" Let's see who is number one?"

No one moved for several seconds then Steve got to his feet and walked silently into the dining room. The atmosphere was electric as Steve came behind Holly. Slowly he reached out with both hands and touched Holly's side, just below her armpits and just behind her breasts. He stroked her gently up and down before falling onto his knees behind her and slowly massaging her upper thigh.

The silent group in the living room could only see his hands disappearing up her leg and beneath her skirt to re-appear on its downward stroke. As he caressed her, Holly sighed and leaned forward across the table pulling her tiny skirt high up her bottom to expose her little white briefs. On each upward stroke of Steve's hand he rubbed the damp patch that had appeared on Holly's panties. After several such strokes Holly reached back and slipped her panties down her legs to lie crumpled at her feet. Her parted legs parted further as Steve's fingers slipped inside her glistening pussy lips.

I stole a glance at the rest of the group and every one was starring intensely at the spectacle being played out before them and, without exception, every one was rubbing themselves intimately.

Holly began to moan after only a couple of minutes and finally said in a husky voice, "I'mmm ready!"

Steve deftly removed his trousers and briefs and positioned his penis at the entrance to Holly's pussy. He stroked the head of his organ along her slit before thrusting it fully inside her where he waited patiently to let Holly accustom herself to his girth. He withdrew it slowly and then thrust it forcefully back into her.

"One," whispered someone

He thrust again.

"Two."

Thrusts three to twenty were hard and measured and Holly pushed back and gasped with each one.

After "twenty" Steve withdrew, pulled up his clothing and joined the rest of us wearing a huge grin on his face.

"Number two," someone said, and it was my turn.

Diane gave me an 'Oh Yeh' look as I went into the dining room and dropped my trousers. Holly's pussy was pouting broadly between her pale thighs and covered with a dense carpet of brown hair that glistened with her juices in the flickering candlelight. I wasted no time in sliding my rigid prick, up to the hilt, into its slippery depths. God she felt good! I held still for a moment, knowing that, as soon as I began moving, the clock would start ticking and this feeling was too good to waste.

Her wet warmth gripped me as I began my twenty thrusts, only just aware of the whispered counting going on behind me. She was moaning quietly as I reached twenty and withdrew a considerably frustrated cock from, what I suspect was, a very frustrated pussy.

Dave was up next, grinning from ear to ear as he covered the few feet to his wife. He slipped his slacks off and then turned to grin at the rest of us. This action swung his penis into view - the first sighting of a manhood that the women had had and their eyes opened very wide at what they saw. I am quite well endowed but Dave's log gave mine a good couple of inches. Diane took one look and clasped her hands to her mouth nudging Rosemary who was sitting next to her.

Like every one else Dave slipped his full length deep into Holly's wetness and began his twenty thrusts. Halfway through, Holly began to buck backwards onto him and he thrust even harder bringing loud gasps of approval from her until, on thrust number seventeen she orgasmed. Dave stopped and waited until she calmed a little before completing his turn in slow languid strokes that kept Holly moaning and squirming.

After proudly putting away his shining soldier he swaggered back to his seat with a smug look on his face and sat down. The other ladies were clearly impressed and no doubt longed for their turn to be impaled on Dave's dagger.

Poor old Pete was left bringing up the rear - so to speak - and was soon performing to the regular count of the assembly and, although he was not able to drive Holly over the edge again, managed to bring out a long satisfied moan for the duration of his turn.

Holly did not move when it was over and two of the girls went to her to see what was the matter.

"Nothing," she said straightening up, removing the blindfold and letting her skirt fall over her naked, glowing, rear.

"I don't think that I have ever been so turned on. I actually had an orgasm when number one put his cock in me but it was number three who really touched my soul."

The three were making their way back to their seats when Rosemary asked,

" So, which one was Dave?"

She looked from face to face at all the men then said, " I'm not going to say, but I will write it down and put it in an envelope until the others have had a turn."

"Well, it looks as if it's my turn," said my wife, Diane who stood and slipped off her panties where she stood affording everyone a good look at her pale white thighs and shaved pussy that was clearly ready for action.

"Wooh! We haven't drawn our numbers yet," said Pete, clearly hoping for a lower draw this time.

Rosemary grabbed the bag and allowed each of us draw a number before collecting the cards and returning them to the bag.

Leaning over a table and being fucked from behind was one of Diane favourite positions and to have four cocks servicing her was certainly a fantasy she had often had, so it took her little time to get into position and wait patiently for her first lover.

Pete stood up and took off his shirt, shoes and socks before he approached her, then he dropped his pants and shorts leaving him naked for his turn.

He stood to one side so that all of us could see his finger tips caress Diane's inner thighs and then slowly move closer and closer to her, obviously wet, pussy lips. Eventually he slipped two fingers along her slit, rubbing her clitoris on each forward stroke. Diane loved this and writhed against his fingers until she froze and clamped his hand between her legs.

"Fuck me!" she breathed, "Please!"

Pete stroked his penis with his hand and then leaned forward and impaled her effortlessly up to the hilt, feeling little friction in her copiously lubricated tunnel.

Diane gasped and arched her back as he entered and then Pete started to pump her quickly as if to get himself off in twenty thrusts, but to no avail. He slumped backwards on the count of twenty letting his, still erect, penis slip noisily out of Diane's pussy.

Dave was next and had already stripped to his shorts whilst Pete recovered his own underwear and put it back on.

The bulge in Dave's shorts was clearly of interest to Sarah and Rosemary who were having difficulty taking their eyes off it.

As he approached Diane's slouched body, he removed the last of his clothes to let his ample member swing free in the open air. When he reached her he grasped it and slid it along her distended lips as a precursor to plunging it between them where it disappeared from our view inside her.

She gave an enormous groan of satisfaction and pushed back onto him causing his balls to slap loudly against the tops of her legs.

"Oh yes!" she cried, "just fuck me fast and hard," which is what he did. 

With one hand behind him for balance, he withdrew and pumped forward again twenty times in as many seconds.

When he stopped and slowly disengaged his cock from her throbbing vagina she cried again.

"Oh no! -- next - please- please!

I, like the others, had prepared and was stripped to my shorts. I sprang forward with haste and before Diane's rosy lips had closed, my cock was inside her.

"Oh yes!" she gasped again, "Fast and hard pleeeease!"

I obliged, getting very close to my own orgasm near the end of my turn, "God who thought up these silly rules?" I thought to myself as I snatched my throbbing penis from the jaws of pleasure and limped back to my chair stark bollock naked and not caring. 

Steve was waiting like a relay sprinter to take over from me, standing naked and rampant on my left. As my cock slipped out, his cock slipped in and kept up the onslaught on Diane's pussy. 

At eighteen Diane shouted, "Yessss!" and no one noticed that Steve reached twenty-five before her climax subsided. 

Diane certainly didn't and was grateful for the overrun as she lay panting noisily. 

As before, two of the girls, the two "unserviced girls", took her blindfold off and helped her back to her seat where she lay back displaying a serene grin.

"Well which one was John?" Rosemary asked.

Holly interrupted, " Don't tell them, Diane. Write it down and put it in an envelope."

Diane nodded and Rosemary held up the ubiquitous bag of numbers that produced the third order of play. When this had been completed Sarah jumped up and said excitedly "I'm next."

She then started to strip, slowly and erotically. She was wearing a summer dress with buttons all down the front and, as she swayed to the silent music she unbuttoned it -starting at the top until she could slip it off each of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. For a thirty-something women, Sarah was in great shape, her natural honey blond hair fell easily to her shoulders and swirled like that of the models on hair care ads. Her slim frame was supported by two exquisite legs that went on forever and her flat stomach only made her ample, but not-overlarge breasts look perfect.

She had one of those bodies that made you think,"God I'd like to fuck you!" before realising that in a few minutes I would be doing just that - Joy o' Joy!




Party Games



In the midst's of her college dorm room, Bethany lay on her back, her legs spread, and raised and looked up at the ceiling. Above her, James pushed himself into her again and again. Each stroke brought a short gasp from her. Her thin, long legs arched as he pulled his manhood into her wet sex again. Her stomach quivered as his sweaty chest rubbed against her. Bethany stared at the ceiling, her vision turning a hazy red and thought.

She thought about herself.

In her mind's eye, Bethany was not the one laying in bed; she was the one kneeling on it. She was not the one, whose eyes were half closed, whose ragged gasps of air were punctuated by the swift move of her lover's hips. Instead it was her ravaging a younger girl's womanhood. In her mind, she felt her chest pressed against that girl's smooth chest. And in her mind, she smelled her own fragrant scent , mingling with her own masculine fragrance.

And as he spent himself into her, she thought of the feeling of her sex twitching as she spent herself into another girl.

Her lover collapsed next to her. She turned over to nuzzle her head on his chest, thinking.

Her groin stirred Her mind wandered. Her legs twitched. Bethany saw it again in her mind. 

She saw a girl beneath her, her legs splayed, her eyes wide. She saw her ragged breaths as her own hands pressed the girls wrists to the bed. She saw the girl struggle, squirming against her grasp. She saw her legs quiver in anticipation as she waited. She saw that girl, thin, weak, helpless, look up at her biting her lips as Bethany moved her own rigid phallus into her opening.

And most of all, she saw the look of resentful submission play out on the girls face as she entered her. Again and again.

Bethany's finger worked along her own sex as she played. Her hands stroked her swollen clit. Her breasts heaved against her lover's chest. 

Bethany came then. Her back arched, her limbs tensed, her breasts heaved. In her mind, she saw the girl's mouth open in silent agony, in silent submission as her own man hood quivered and spewed its warm seed into the waiting sex. Always, in her mind, she was the man.

But that was only in her mind.

Bethany relaxed and curled up next to her lever. She pulled the covers over their nude forms, and sighed. For now, she was that girl she so desperately wanted to despoil. For now she was the one whose body lay open. For now lovers spent their seed into her. And for now, she was the one held at mercy to the passions that rose in her.

In a month, that changed.

A month later, eight colleges students sat on the floor. As Bethany met their gazes she nodded, smiling. There was Dan, who had a crush on her since they had met. Sarah, Dan's current girlfriend. Next to her was Jake, her first boyfriend in college, Diana her roommate. Jake and Morgan sat next to her. Friends she had known since she had come to college. Across form her sat the one person here she did not know.

Suzzy. 

She was a friend of Sarah's. With long brown hair , pulled behind her back, and matching brown eyes that sparkled, she pulled her hands through her hair, biting a lip. Tonight, Bethany was with friends. Suzzy, on the hand, was not. The anticipation was normal. Bethany smiled at her, as she moved her thing hands through her hair again, before resting them on her short brown dress. She smiled back to Bethany. Bethany stared. Then she basked. Suzzy's smile warmed her heart. It was meek. It was inviting. It was given freely. And most of all, it was intimated.

Their eyes were locked. Bethany broke it, and turned to the rest of them. "Let's play," she commanded.

They obeyed. Even Suzzy.

The air grew warm with their passions. It was a simple game, but a simple kiss in a college common-room could turn into a bit of heavy petting. The room was small, and there were eight of them there. And they played hard. Each spin a pair kissed. And on each spin, Bethany watched Suzzy. The girl interested her. She reminded Bethany of herself. 

Bethany's first kiss went to Dan. It was a quick affair. She kissed his lips gently, he held her hand delicately. They lingered for a moment, she felt his breath on her face, as his hand gently squeezed her own. Then they broke it and sat back down. Dan's girlfriend was here. Sarah stared at Bethany afterward, amused. The two of them had taken a class together, and they knew each other with passing frequency. Sarah knew enough to know that Dan would take the chance to do far more then kiss Bethany. And Sarah didn't want that happening. Not on her watch. Her next kiss, as she spun the bottle went to Jake. 

Bethany knew Jake. She had slept with him. They knew how to kiss. And so they kissed.

In front of all the others, she held her arms around his waist weekly. His own grasp dug her into his warm phallus. She felt him shudder as her tongue entered his mouth, and felt the powerful force of his tongue respond back. Bethany smiled at him as they parted. She breathed in a deep breath and looked around the room. He was up next. 

Dan got Morgan. They made short work of it. Bethany doubted briefly if their mouths actually touched. 

And bottle spun round and round. People kissed, hands groped, and Bethany watched Suzzy. She had only been chosen once. Dan's spin had landed on her, and he kissed her gently, his hands roaming over her back. Suzzy was blushing as she sat down, and tucked her legs under herself as she spun again.

The bottle spun again and again. Bethany stared into Suzzy's eyes. To her credit, Suzzy stared back. There was something that, something that she saw. Some sense of wanting, of desire, some sense of herself in that gaze.

The bottle spun slowly. It elegantly wandered all the way around the crowd. They all had played this before, but Suzzy was new. She was a new treasure to be had. As the bottle passed next to Dan, Bethany heard him hold his breath. As it passed by Morgan, she heard him cough. It ended her spin between her and Morgan. Bethany broke Suzzy's gaze briefly to glare at Morgan.

Morgan nodded at him, and sat back to watch. 

Suzzy stood up, her soft feet making no sound on the hard wood floor. Bethany watched amused, as Suzzy came close to her. Bethany reached out a single hand, and touched Suzzy's cheek. Suzzy placed a hand on Bethany's side. Bethany moved her hand forward, and kissed her.

They stood like that for a minute. Their lips pressed together. Bethany's hand on Suzzy's head. Bethany felt heself rise. She moved her other hand to Suzzy's waist, and pushed it towards her. She kissed her savegly and darted her tongue into Suzzy's mouth. Her mouth parted. Bethany tasted the warm orifice, as she swung her tongue around. Bethany tasted her warm scene. She felt Suzzy's toungd yield to her. At once she knew what it was that had drawn them together.

As Bethany parted the kiss and looked into Suzzy's eyes. She nodded to herself. Suzzy was the girl of her fantasies. She watched Suzzy bite her lip. She felt Suzzy's hand tremble against her body. Her groin tingled. It stirred. They parted. Bethany sat down and spun the bottle again.

Each time the bottle was spun. Each time a kiss was made, Bethany looked into Suzzy's eyes. And Bethany saw her tremble under her gaze.

The others noticed it too. She saw Dan look at her, his eyes were wide. She saw Sarah take in a deep breath when Bethany glanced at her. She saw Diana nod slowly. Tonight was her night. And tonight, she needed their shared room.

By early morning the game had broken up. Kisses had been made, the room was stuffy and warm, and the pairs of people wanted to head to bed.

Bethany watched as each pair went. She saw Dan and Sarah stumble out the door. She watched as Diana gently walked by her, perched on Morgan's eyes. She felt the rest of the leave her. Everyone besides Suzzy.

She was Suzzy with interest. The girl was near trembling. She stood up and held out her hand. Her mind left her. She was not a girl here. She was a man. And this was a woman. She was going to take her. Suzzy grasped her hand with her own. Bethany leaned forward and kissed her lips deeply. Suzzy took a step back, and yielded to her touch. As their hips moved together, and Bethany's hand migrated up Suzzy's legs, she felt a stirring in her own body. She felt a heat, and she felt a passion.

The two of them stumbled, kissing over each other through the door of Bethany's room. Bethany broke the kiss long enough to push Suzzy onto the bed and looked at her. She took in a deep breath, and watched Suzzy squirm under her gaze. 

The power was intoxicating. She paused there, watching Suzzy's breasts rise in ragged bgasps of air. She saw her spread legs twitch in anticipation. She saw Suzzy's eyes closed, her head leaning back. Her body was open. It was inviting. Bethany took it.

With her hands, she explored Suzzy's thighs. She roughly pressed against the soft skin. Bethany then pulled up Suzzy's skirt and tore off her panties.

She grinned, and stared into Suzzy's wide eyes. As sthe thrust the first two fingers into Suzzy's exposed sex her grin widened. Suzzy moaned. Bethany thrust them in harder.

As she felt Suzzy's body tighten under the assault, she pushed another finger into her sex. And then another. Suzzy moaned harder, and twisted her legs away. Bethany kept up her pace, twisting her own fingers inside her tight sex. With a large gasp, Suzzy came. Bethany stopped and gazed at her.

Suzzy smiled back.

Slowly, Bethany placed her fingers wet with Suzzy's swollen sex near her mouth, and felt her tongue lick off the liquid. Suzzy's eyes grew wide as Bethany straddled her face. As she pressed her own sex into her mouth, and felt her tongue begin to work on her body, her vision grew hazy.

In minutes, Bethany came as well. They lay there for a while, neither of them speaking. Both of them dressed. Bethany raised her head and looked at the girl. She spoke silently, remembering the words that her first boyfriend had told her: "Suzzy, I want to make a proper woman out of you."

She watched as Suzzy bit her lip. And slowly nodded.

Not tonight. Bethany knew. Not tomorrow. But soon. Soon she would have her fantasy of riding a girl until the morning. She would see Suzzy's body respond to her every touch, she would feel her mouth give way to her own. She would see no lay there, waiting for a guy to touch her. Instead. Soon. She would be on top. And Suzzy will submit to her.



Party Games Ch. 01



I didn't want to go to the party. I had broken up with my girlfriend two days earlier and frankly a night at home hanging out with my new found friend Jack helping me to block her out of my mind seemed a lot more appealing. 

However my best friend Dave convinced me that a night with real people rather then my friend that would need to go to the bottle bank for recycling in the morning would be a better bet. 

After all:

"There's plenty more fish in the sea" "Your better off without her"

And so on. 

I'm sure you get the picture and besides I'm getting distracted away from the story in hand.

Dave & I had known Cheryl since college. We attended and she used to. Cheryl got bored quit her course and just hung out there as she didn't have the guts to tell her parents that she quit as they would make her get a job (a swear word to Cheryl). 

Cheryl is a natural blonde (in every way). She has the beginnings of some nice curves but is still the wrong side of slim for them to develop properly. Her breasts are a nice 38D. Her hair is shoulder length but she always wears it up in a ponytail.

Anyway, Cheryl was the hostess for the evening. She had just moved into her new flat and found herself a rich boyfriend to pay for it so she was happy and looking for an excuse to show him off.

When we got there the party had been going for a good hour. Cheryl's boyfriend (I never did discover his name) had left plenty of drink. Mark, an old school friend was playing bartender and Cheryl was in the corner holding court and basically doing nothing. She was happy to let people just sort themselves out.

As Cheryl saw us arrive she stood up. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a low cut top that showed the curves of her breasts. Cheryl came over to us and planted big kisses of greeting on our cheeks.

" Come on in and join the fun." She said with a wicked smile on her face leading us to the makeshift bar.

The first couple of hours we were there just consisted of us getting drunk and so we'll skip that part of the evening because the next part was the interesting part.

It got to about eleven and some of the guests had got bored and made there excuses and left. There were nine of us left. Cheryl, four girls, Dave, Mark, Deano and me.

By now we had given up the pretence of a party. The music was low and it felt more like a session down the pub. We were all sitting around shooting the breeze. Cheryl always drinks cheap wine when she wants to get drunk and tonight was no exception. The boyfriend who'd paid for the booze was working away and so scuppered her reason for the party and half the guests had left early and so it was a disaster as far as she was concerned.

Cheryl was playing with the empty bottle running her hand down it in a very suggestive manner. As she was definitely the worse for wear it was no surprise that the bottle escaped her grasp. It fell on the table and pointed at Mark.

"Does this mean that you have to kiss me?" joked Mark

"Would you like me to?" teased Cheryl as all other conversation dried up

"Well it is the rules of the game." replied Mark

"Are we playing a game then?" asked Cheryl

"Well, you seem to be playing spin the bottle but you haven't asked us to join in!" observed Dave

"So, who's up for it then?" Challenged Cheryl

I stayed quiet as everyone else murmured that they would be prepared to play. I was hoping just to be a silent observer as I just wasn't in the mood.

In college in these situations Dave would always be my wingman and we had some good fun on the back of it but today my wingman misread the situation and said "JP's in"

"Good. That's everyone" said Cheryl, as she got ready to spin the bottle

"Wait a minute. What's the forfeit for not doing it properly?" Asked Mark

"An item of clothing" Piped up Rachel.

Everybody froze for a moment. Then looking at the women in the room the guys all agreed. Cheryl agreed to. The other three girls were not sure but once Cheryl whispered in their ears they were up for it.

The first few spins were pretty routine but as the girls out numbered the guys it was only a matter of time before the bottle picked two of the girls.

Charlotte and Sadie were the (un)lucky pair. They both looked at each other. Looked down at their tops. Shrugged and kissed. The kiss seemed to last forever and I swear I saw Charlotte using her tongue, although to this day she denies it. It was magnificent and they had everybody's attention. I carefully adjusted myself to avoid people realising the effect that it had on me.

The next spin was Charlotte and I. As I lent over the table to kiss her my excitement at the previous spin was there for all to see as my trouser tent managed to nudge the bottle, which in turn hit Sadie's glass and made a loud clunk. This generated two smiles and three giggles from the girls and seriously deflated my male ego but not my tent.

The next spin was Cheryl and Deano. Now Deano has fancied her since they first met. Unfortunately for him the size of his wallet means he has no chance (that and the fact that he isn't Brad Pitt). Cheryl has rejected him so many times it isn't funny.

Deano was grinning from ear to ear. For him this was Christmas and his birthday all in one. This kiss was something he had fantasised about for ages and bored us all with the imaginary details to.

Cheryl took one look at him and said "No thanks"

Deano looked crestfallen then his face lit up again "Must be forfeit time then"

Cheryl hesitated for a moment. I swear you could see her brain working the options out trying to decide which was worse. Loosing an item of clothing or kissing Deano.

Finally she stood up, smoothed her low cut top down causing her breasts to push up through the middle. She then unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor revealing her turquoise knickers for all of a second as she sat back down with a smile on her face.

The game settled back down after that for a while. 

This was until Deano got picked again. This time it was Charlotte that the bottle paired him with. She didn't hesitate for a second. She stood up, dropped her trousers allowed us a two second glimpse of her yellow knickers and sat back down.

The next time Deano was picked the bottle paired him with Sadie. Now Sadie was wearing a dress and so we all expected her to kiss Deano rather then be the first to be sitting there in just their underwear. But no. She reached under her dress and pulled her black thong off and deposited it on the floor next to her.

Deano was beginning to get upset by this and the boys had a quick pow wow about it as this seemed unfair. That being said we were more upset at the lack of being able to see that the girls weren't fully dressed then Deano's constant rejection. We decided not to complain less the girls gave up completely. Just as it could get interesting.

Next spin saw two guys picked for the first time. Mark and Dave. They both looked at each other laughed and took their shirts off. The girls almost cheered at the site of Marks six-pack. Me I felt inferior.

Next spin was Rachel and Cheryl. Definite tongue action and made all the more uncomfortable as they went all out and seriously went for it touching each other as they kissed. Running there hands over each other's breasts. It was all I could do not to take matters into my own hands to get some relief.

The next few spins are a blur, as I couldn't concentrate, as I couldn't stop thinking about Rachel and Cheryl and that kiss.

The next spin saw Heather paired with Deano. She copied the others and stood up removing her skirt. Her top came to just above where her knickers would have been had she been wearing any and so consequently we were all treated to a brief look at her neatly trimmed pussy as she blushed and sat back down.

Deano looked at us and winked.

"I think we should change the rules of the game." He said with a smile on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED



Party Games Ch. 01



CHRISTMAS PARTY

I was fed up with parties where everyone sat around talking. I decided they were going to play party games at my party. They would talk about Mitzi's party for many years to come. Or cum.

There were eight of us. Four of each, of course. They were all friends of mine, but none of them knew each other. Which was part of the fun. Marge was rather on the shy side, but I was going to find out how deep that went. And I wasn't sure about Greg, how far he'd go. But he was a beautiful hunk, and I was going to push him to the limit.

"This is a good way of getting to know each other," I told them. "I'll go first. I'm going to tell one person what they've got to do. That person does what they're told, and then gets to choose someone else, and tell them what to do. And so on. There are only two rules---one, you're not allowed to copy the person before you. And two, if you don't want to do what you're told, or if you don't want to play, just go home, don't try to sit it out. Now, don't push it too hard at first. Remember, if you stick it to someone, someone else may stick it to you.

"Right. I'm choosing Greg. Greg, I want you to take off Cynthia's bra." 

There were gasps, and "Oh, that kind of game," and "Wow!" and "Glad I wore a bra tonight."

It was tough on Greg, being the first, but I figured he might not be picked on till they'd all got their feet wet. Greg went across to Cynthia. She had a front fastening blouse, so after a bit of fumbling and giggling he got that off her. I knew Cynthia had a pair she liked to show off when she was in a swim suit, so I guessed she'd like the opportunity to flaunt them to the party. Greg had a bit of trouble with the fastening of her bra, but he got it undone, and peeled the bra straps off her shoulders and then peeled the bra away from her boobs and held it triumphantly in the air.

There were cheers, and everyone looked at the tits that were beautifully naked. Not large, but pert and pointed and tipped with cherries. Greg stood in front of Cynthia and gazed at them, so I had to remind them there was more to the game.

"Your turn, Cynthia. Who do you pick? You must stand up while you do it. We want to see those beauties." I wasn't going to let anyone get away with anything by hiding in an armchair.

Cynthia stood up. She seemed quite happy about being naked from the waist up. "If this is the way the game's going, I want Hildi to take off Jason's pants. We'll see if he wears any underwear."

Hildi was all for it. "Stand up, Jason," she ordered. "Don't make it difficult." Jason stood up, and Hildi seemed to be well practiced with a belt and a zipper. Jason's pants were round his ankles in a moment. There were disappointed shouts. Jason was fairly well concealed in Y-fronts.

I left it to them. I wanted to enjoy the fun, not keep giving orders. Jason looked round the room. Marge was giggling. "Paul, get Marge's panties off her."

"Not fair," Marge objected. "He'll have to take my pants off first." Someone said, "All the better." Someone else said, "All the quicker."

There was no hesitation. Paul helped Marge out of the armchair, and knelt in front of her. She was wearing tight jeans, so it looked like being a struggle. Marge wasn't going to help. Paul found the side zippers and pulled them down, and then tried to ease the waistband over Marge's hips. But the material bunched up, and the operation stalled. Someone said, "Grab the legs and pull." Someone else said, "Grab the crotch and pull," and every one laughed. 

"Right," Paul said, and forced his hand between Marge's closed thighs and grabbed the material covering her crotch. Marge gasped, but her pants began to slide down, and Paul eventually eased them off her feet.

"That's enough for one go," Marge said, trying to sit down again. But Paul held her. "You don't want to have to go home, do you?"

He moved his hand toward Marge's crotch. "This way?" he asked. Marge screamed . "No!! I'll make it easy for you." Paul grabbed the waist elastic of her panties and had them down round her ankles as if he was used to hauling off panties.

There were shouts from the audience. Marge was a blonde. But she had the cutest dark brown muff. She started to sit down. "Oh no," Paul said. "You have to stand up to choose the next one. Besides, I want to look."

"Well if you're going to play hardball," Marge said, "Mitzi, get Jason's Y-fronts off him."

I 'd been wondering when I should get into the game. And this looked like being a good assignment. 

"Stand up, Jason," I said. "Let's find out what's in that great bulge in your shorts." I put my fingers inside the leg vents of his y-fronts, and hauled on them. The y-fronts came down, and a surge of genitalia came out. Jason had been staring at Marge's pussy, and the prick that came to view was rampant and swollen already. This got the biggest cheer yet from the audience.

Jason remained standing, so did his pecker. "Looks like we're split down gender lines," he said. "Bill, go and take off Cynthia's skirt. Let's see if she wears any panties."

Bill got on his knees in front of Cynthia, and stared up at the tits standing out above him. While he looked he undid Cynthia's skirt and let it slide down. He was as disappointed as the others when he saw how her crotch was covered. But it wasn't covered very much. Cynthia was wearing the briefest bikini size panties that bulged damply where her cunt was pushing at them.

"My turn," Cynthia said eagerly. "Greg, it looks like you've got away without injury so far. Marge, let's give you a chance to get your own back. Let's all have a look at what Greg's fucking equipment looks like."

There were gasps. "Really getting down to the rough talk now, are we?" Marge looked so cute, fully dressed in her shirt and quite naked from the belly down. She stood up and crossed the room, her ass cheeks jiggling and glimpses of her pussy showing with every step. It was easy enough to haul down Greg's pants, and we could see that there was a fair bit of equipment waiting to be viewed. "You've all had me on display," Marge said. "Lets see what kind of display you make."

Marge got on her knees and put her face close to the bulging y-fronts before her. She forced her hand inside the crossover fly and fumbled about inside to grab hold of Greg's swollen prick. It was so swollen she had difficulty pulling it out of his briefs, but at last she had it out, stiff and upstanding. But that wasn't enough for her. Her hand went back inside and fumbled about to grab his balls and bring those out as well, till Greg was standing with his genitals displayed even more aggressively than Jason's. It looked like a contest was developing.

Greg looked round with a glint in his eye. "Mitzi, this was your idea, go get Marge peeled right down to the buff. If she doesn't want to be the first she can blame you."

"Not fair," Marge protested. "That's the 

second double whammy you've given me. I'm going to be stark naked."

"And very beautiful, too," Bill said.

I' d rather have been peeling a man, but peeling was part of the game and I wanted to see it moving faster. So I unbuttoned Marge's shirt and pulled it over her head and stood behind her and turned her round for the audience's approval of a flimsy bra covering two A cup tits. I was more used to undoing a bra than the men were, so I had her bra off in a moment, and we all stared at two small upstanding cones tipped by tiny aureoles and even tinier nipples.

"Nice," Paul commented. "Is it true that girls with small tits have more sensitive nipples?"

"I don't know," Marge said. "Is it true that men with small penises cum quicker?"

"Enough of this," I said. "Marge, it's your turn again. You can get your own back now."

Marge didn't seem to be so shy now that she was showing off everything she had. She strutted round the room, looking at all the men. "There's nothing in the rules that says the job has to be done in easy stages. Cynthia, want to get your own back? Seems like Bill's got off lightly so far. Go and strip him balls naked."

Cynthia grinned. "Right on! Come out here, Bill, right in the center where everyone can see you. They've been looking at my intimate parts long enough." Bill stepped forward kind of sheepishly. As the audience cheered, Cynthia went at him with enthusiasm and obvious expertise till he was as naked as Marge. Only he seemed more naked, because Marge's sexual organs were hidden and Bill's prick was sticking out like a barber's pole. Things were beginning to move better now. This was more what I'd had in mind.

Bill grinned, and stroked his prick as a sort of bravado. "Greg, you're looking like a sex show with everything hanging out of your underwear like that. I'll give you a nice one. Make like you're a Customs Agent and strip Mitzi. Give her a thorough body check, and then make like you're going to rape her for good measure."

Now the party was getting rough. But I wasn't complaining. I love being undressed by a man, but usually it was a romantic episode. This stripping was more exciting. As for the body check---I wondered whether Greg would know what it meant. Remember, I'd thought he was shy. After the first few seconds I wasn't wondering any more.

Greg had my top things off double quick, even if he was a mite clumsy. Then he surprised me. When I was down to bra and panties he stood back and looked at me. "If I buy you new undies can I rip these off you like I was going to rape you?"

Whatever I thought, the peanut gallery were obviously all for it. And anyway the idea seemed really exciting. I'd never had the clothes ripped off me. "OK," I said. "Only these shoulder straps really dig in the shoulders."

"No problem," Greg said, and stepped forward. He stretched out one hand, thrust his fingers into my cleavage, grabbed the fastening between the two sides of my bra, and wrenched the whole thing away. I gasped. It hurt where the elastic had cut into my flesh, but not over much. And it was worth the hurt to feel the excitement of having the covering ripped off me like that and my tits suddenly exposed to the party. I have C-cup tits, and finding themselves suddenly unconfined they burst out and I could feel them quivering like jellies. My nipples were already swollen in reaction to the site of three erections in one room, one of them right in front of me obviously aching to really rape me. 

And then Greg was reaching down, putting one hand under one leg of my panties, pushing across where the muff covered the lower part of my belly, and out of the other leg. And then the nylon of my panties was forced into the crack of my ass as he wrenched the panties right off my crotch, ripping the flimsy material apart. He stood back and looked at me with a triumphant sort of grin. I was more than naked. My bra was hanging in two pieces while my tits swung free, my panties were hanging from my waist like a tattered rag and I could feel my cunt beginning to salivate at the feeling of really being raped. Psychologically raped, at least. I was breathless. And I was really enjoying it.

I relaxed. I'd forgotten that Greg had more instructions. 

"Turn round and spread your legs," he ordered. "Got to search you for drugs." There were gasps from the audience. I guess some of them were wondering whether this was going to happen to them. I turned with my back to everybody and stood with my legs apart. I couldn't quite make out what was going to happen. 

"Farther," Greg ordered. I opened my legs more, and I was aware that everyone must be able to see how my cunt lips were protruding below my cunt, hanging down wetly between my open thighs. This game had been my idea, and now I was really on display

Greg moved to one side of me, I guess so that he wouldn't block anyone's view. He'd really had me fooled. There was no shyness here. "Bend over," he said. I hadn't expected this, but I bent over. "Right over," he said. "Try to touch the floor with your fingers." My cunt must be wide open and drooling, and everyone can see it, I thought. And I could feel my two tits hanging down. I'd never realized how big they were. I could see them, full and tipped with pinky brown aureoles that were so swollen with excitement that they were stretched smooth and shiny. Oh god, I thought, I need someone to suck them at this moment. I wish Greg would get under them and suck them for me.

Suddenly I felt a hand between my legs. Greg's hand was cupping my whole crotch. And then I felt a probing finger sliding up inside my cunt. It seemed to search around inside me for a while, touching all sorts of deliciously sensitive spots and I let out a gasp of delight. I don't know what the audience were doing, I was too much concerned with my own present pleasures. And then it was over. Greg's finger left my cunt, and it felt empty and hungry. I began to stand up, but a firm hand pushed me down again. 

"Got to search every orifice," Greg said. I felt fingers again, but this time pulling the crack between my ass cheeks even further apart. Then the finger found my anus and began to push its way up inside me. At first I tried to straighten up and stop him, but he was holding me firmly. In a few moments it wasn't so bad, and as he probed deeper it was an exciting sensation. I wondered if this was like anal sex.

It was all over almost too soon. Greg put a hand down and lifted me up, managing to cup one of my breasts in the process. The others all applauded, but I didn't know whether it was for Greg or me. Anyway I made a bow, and then remembered I was ass naked and had been displaying the most intimate parts of myself. Oh well, this game had been my idea, and I was hoping far out things would happen. I just hadn't figured that I would be leading the way.

"Alright," I said, aware that they were all still staring at me. "We're at half time. Some of us have been victimized more than others. Or maybe they've had more fun than others. Anyway, in the next part of the game every one has to be ass naked. So anyone can undress anyone else they see with clothes on. Go to it."

There was a rush by the unclothed to make sure the others were in the same state. I envied Hildi. She had three men undressing her, and I noticed that those who weren't actually removing her clothes were exploring the intimate parts of her body pretty thoroughly. Paul was the same. Marge, the shy one, was latched onto his prick, examining it as if she'd never seen one before. 

When the lounge looked like a nudist camp I called time. "If there's anyone doesn't feel horny as a goat they can go home." No-one volunteered. "Alright, now that we've got the clothes out of the way, I would remind you that there was nothing in the rules to say you had to remove clothing, or that that was all you could do. I said you had to tell each other what to do. You've all been very restrained and modest and chaste and well behaved and all that. So now it's phase three. We go back to where we were before.

"It's my turn again. Marge, while you're sitting comfortably in that armchair, take Paul in your lap and suckle him like a baby. Let's see what he can do to those little tits of yours."

Paul was more than ready to cooperate. Right away he was lying back across Marge's knees, while she cradled his head in her arms and pressed his mouth to one of her nipples. Paul sucked enthusiastically, and grabbed hold of the other breast with his hand.

"Your turn, Paul," I said.

Paul was lying with his legs stretched out and about a foot and a half of erection standing up waiting for attention. He took his mouth away from a nipple that we could see was already swollen. "O.K. Hildi, get your mouth around this hunk of meat. Let's see what you can do with it."

Hildi giggled, and got down on her hands and knees beside Paul. She took his prick in her two hands, and fastened her mouth round the head. Then she looked up. "It's my turn, isn't it? I can't talk with my mouth full of prick. So Greg, while my ass is in the air, let me have two pricks at once, one at each end."

There were exclamations of approval as they watched Greg separate Hildi's legs and kneel between them. He stroked the two globes of her ass for a moment, then slipped his thumbs into her crack and pulled them apart. Hildi's anus was an inviting crater that Greg diddled with his finger, and we could see her wide open vulva hanging down between her thighs. 

"Stick it to her, Greg," someone called, and Greg grabbed her waist and guided his fucking organ into a cunt that was evidently ready for action. His prick slipped right up inside with no effort, till his thighs were pressed hard against her cheeks. 

"Your turn now, Greg," I said. And those were the last words I spoke for a while. Greg paused and his piston strokes ceased. He looked round the room. Then he looked at me. "Jason, let me see you do sixty nine with Mitzi, you on top."

I lay obediently on the rug, and Jason stood astride my head, stroking his fucking machine menacingly. "This is for everyone to see," he said to me. "Mitzi, let everyone see just what it is I'm going to be eating."

I opened my legs. "Wider," Jason commanded. I laughed. This was almost a repeat of what he'd told me to do earlier in the evening. I spread my thighs as wide as I could, and Cynthia and Bill stood close to look down at my wide stretched fuck hole. "Now raise you knees," Jason said, "I want those thighs as far apart as you can get them. I want to be able to see right up inside your tunnel. Boy, she's sure one wet pussy." I could feel the cunt juice trickling down into my crack and wetting my anus.

Jason got on his knees, with one on each side of my body, and I could smell the exciting smell of a man's genitals close above my face. He reached down with his hand, and put the swollen bulb at the end of his prick into my mouth. Already I could taste what his cum would be like. The pre-cum juice was oozing out, and I started to massage his knob with my tongue and suck it at the same time, loving the way it filled my mouth.

I was too much occupied with my cock-sucking to care what Jason was doing, so it was a shock when I felt his mouth pressed against my open cunt, forcing its way inside me, his tongue probing around inside my vulva and finding exquisite pleasure spots I didn't know I had. And then Jason's finger was massaging my clit, rubbing it while he tried to suck out every last drop of the cunt-juice I must have been pouring out. My clit must already have been poking out of its hiding place before I lay on the floor, I was so aroused by the sight of more naked men than I had ever seen before, so Jason's frigging and the gentle tongue-fucking he was giving my vagina had all of my genitals throbbing till I thought something would burst. I couldn't control myself, my ass cheeks left the floor and I was thrusting my cunt up at Jason, pressing every intimate part of me up into his face for his tongue and his teeth and his mouth to do what they would with.

I heard Bill's voice. "Hey, what about us?" And then, "I can't wait, I'm just about cumming at the sight of all this fornicating. Cynthia, get on the couch, let's fuck."

I was vaguely sorry I'd forgotten all about them, and pleased that Cynthia was going to get laid at last. Cynthia was the only one I had been sure would go for the night's entertainment. Cynthia loved fucking more than anyone I knew.

But by this time I wasn't thinking of much other than the orgasm that was building deep inside my cunt. Jason was mashing my clit unmercifully and sucking my cunt lips and probing up inside my fuck hole with his finger. I knew I was going to cum at any moment, and I was aware that I'd never cum inside a man's mouth before, even though I'd been eaten often enough. I was determined to make Jason cum at the same time, so I grabbed hold of his shaft and masturbated him with my hand while I worked on his knob with my tongue and sucked that lollipop till I could feel the throbs coursing through his prick right into my mouth.




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And then I was cumming. I couldn't cry out, and I couldn't get that meat out of my mouth because Jason was forcing it into me. I was rolling and heaving, and yet Jason kept his mouth fastened to my cunt. And then I felt the hot sperm pouring out of the hole in the end of his prick, surging into my mouth till I had to swallow it in great gulps. I felt so powerful, making him cum and feeling his very manhood pouring into me, that my own cumming increased, and long after Jason's hose had finished filling my mouth my genitalia from my cunt lips to the deep end of my vagina went on throbbing and surging in the throes of orgasm.

I hope the others enjoyed the party. I sure did!!!

-The end- 



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Sarah was obviously not happy with only producing four extremely stiff dicks she wanted to make them hurt with desire, so she continued to move sensuously to and fro as she removed the remainder of her clothes. Her bra came off next to reveal two breasts to die for - firm, rounded with pointed nipples that protruded eagerly, longing to be sucked.

The performance to remove her panties had every man and maybe one or two of the women, squirming in their seats until she finally revealed the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. It first came into view from behind like the others had who preceded her, because she had bent forward - rear towards us, to remove her scant panties.

The perfectly coiffured bed of blond hair that came into view as she turned, brought a teardrop to the end of every penis present.

When her spectacular display had ended she took the scarf and sidled over to the table, blindfolded herself and, unlike the others, lay backwards on the table with her legs spread wantonly wide. Nobody cared. 

Number one was close behind her - it was me again, quickly divesting myself of unnecessary clothing once her eyes were covered. 

Rules of the game had already been bent and so I dropped to my knees and bent forward to run my tongue up and down the inside of her thigh until, overcome by the scent of her sex, I ploughed my tongue along her dripping furrow. After a single swipe of my eager tongue, her flower unfurled and presented its deep red inner petals, moist with the dew of desire. I plunged into her again and again, sampling the nectar and pleasuring the flower for its gift.

The rule was that she had to ask to be entered when she was ready and she held back her request for ages. In fact she waited until her first orgasm overcame her whereupon she grasped my head with her thighs and held me hard against her throbbing crutch.

As her pleasure subsided, she said finally, "Fuck me please," and spread wide her long legs. I stood, my tempered steel prick throbbing mercilessly and stabbed her moist centre. It entered her roughly, but slid effortlessly all the way in until our pubic bones ground together. I paused again to savour the ripple of her vaginal muscles as they tantalised me to near orgasm.

There was no rule of the game that said that the men couldn't cum just that we had to service every woman with twenty strokes.

I have to say that I have always prided myself on my powers of recuperation and I decided that Sarah was to receive a special blessing.

Leaning over the table supported only by my arms, I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy to a count of twelve before I felt the urge to ejaculate. It came suddenly, semen rushing from my balls to the end of my cock in microseconds to spurt, unchecked, deep into Sarah's womb.

"Sixteen, seventeen," I was pumping my last load.

"Eighteen, nineteen," my cock felt satisfied and started to soften.

"Twenty," I gasped and slumped across Sarah - again not allowed in the rules, but still, no one cared.

I pushed myself up, let my limp cock slip from its warm hole and made my way back to the sofa. Diane snuggled up beside me and whispered in my ear, " That shiny soft cock will certainly give you away. We will have to do something about it, won't we?"

With that she dropped her head into my lap and took my whole cock in her hot little mouth and sucked. I slipped my left hand between her legs and rubbed her, still engorged pussy lips. The combination soon had me rigid and ready again at which point she stopped and sat back proudly.

Sarah lay, legs spread wide displaying her blond thatch, darkened with perspiration and my cum.

"Whose for sloppy seconds, then?" she asked and was answered quickly as Steve plunged his cock deep inside her.

"Slow and deep lover," she drawled and Steve obeyed with long slow strokes that had Sarah humping synchronously against him. By the time he had plunged into her twenty times she was approaching another orgasm and yelled, "Please finish me"

Dave stepped forward, naked as a new-born babe but sporting an erection that impressed everyone, men included. As he walked forward it swayed uncontrollably from side to side like a mine-detecting machine - too long and heavy to stand erect. He wasted no time in presenting his prize to Sarah's waiting lips that twitched and rippled with anticipation.

The rules had said that the count does not start until the penis is fully embedded - a silly rule. When you have a penis as long as Dave's you can satisfy a women without ever fully entering her as Dave was about to show us.

He sunk two thirds of his rod into Sarah who groaned and writhed around it, desperate to feel the whole length inside her, before he withdrew and began stroking into her again and again.

This he kept up for several minutes without scoring a count under the rules, but was able to bring Sarah to the point of climax whereupon he thrust his entire length deep inside her. 

The collective referee counted "one". 

Sarah gasped. 

He rammed into her a second time and she squirmed and gasped again. By the time he had impaled her twenty times she had cum powerfully and was simply jelly on the table - incapable of further excitement.

"Do you want to rest awhile, Sarah?" Rosemary asked, but Sarah shook her head, rolled over onto her stomach and pulled her legs up under her to expose a glowing red pussy whose lips hung wetly open. Pete, stripped naked and, sporting a formidable erect, circumcised penis moved up to her and placed just the head between those waiting lips where he left it. He then began to run his forefinger down the moist crack between the cheeks of her arse, playing with and teasing her little brown star until it opened and let the top third of his finger disappear inside.

It took a while for her grip to relax but eventually Pete was able to slide his finger in and out of the tight little tube accompanied by humping movements from Sarah.

This had the effect of rubbing the top two inches of his cock in and out of her vagina stimulating her clitoris as it did so.

It wasn't long before she was pushing back onto his staff and those of us close by could see her pussy lips close around Pete's cock and suck it strongly. Pete meanwhile now had two fingers sawing away at Sarah's rear and she, who only a few minutes ago felt replete, was grinding wantonly back into him. He finally thrust forward, announced by the loud slap of his balls against her thigh to draw a breathless 'One' from Holly.

As before Sarah was quick to rise and reached orgasm at around the fifteenth thrust crying out soulfully as Pete completed his set and withdrew.

"That's three down, one to go," I said, grinning at Rosemary whose eyes had been glazed over for a while.

I then added, having noticed several pairs of blue balls around the room, "If it's alright with Rosemary and everyone else, and as a consolation for being last, I suggest that we waver the 'twenty strokes rule' and let each of us continue until we cum."

"That's OK by me," answered Rosemary, her face breaking into a huge grin.

We again drew cards for the order of play and sat back to see what Rosemary would do. 

Instead of repeating what the others did, she stood up and tied her blindfold tightly over her eyes, threw her arms in the air and said, "OK boys, I'm yours to unwrap."

Steve was up first and, standing behind her, started to stroke her back and sides before closing each of his large hands around her jutting breasts. I knelt in front of her and run my hands up and down her upper thigh under her dress. She was wearing stockings and I felt my cock twitch as I caressed, first the silk of her stocking then the smooth cool flesh above them. Pete took over caressing the other thigh whilst Dave massaged her bottom cheeks.

As we worked we heard the sound of her zipper and felt the dress fall to the floor. Steve rubbed the lace of her bra against her taught nipples for a few moments and then flipped the catch and let her bra fall free to leave her naked accept for her garter belt, stockings, panties and shoes.

Her panties had been put on after her garter belt and Pete and I took each side and peeled them down her legs to the ground where she stepped away elegantly from them. I don't know what I expected really, but when faced with a beautifully trimmed patch of red hair nestling low and barely covering her front slit my cock gave another violent twitch. Pete smiled across at me and slipped his hand between her legs to stroke her, already very moist, pussy lips. Dave and Steve had taken up a position on either side of Rosemary and were suckling a breast each. Rosemary's head was thrown back and her mouth gaped open revealing her stunning white teeth. As the caressing and sucking increased, she began to breathe heavily but she collected herself sufficiently to say, "I'm ready for number one."

The four of us leaned her slim body backwards and laid her on a low, sturdy coffee table in the middle of the room where Steve had placed some cushions. As she reclined and placed her stocking clad legs on either side of it she revealed a red wet gash slicing through her nest of titian hair. Pete knelt, his straining cock hung down so that its purple head lined up perfectly with her pouting lips. Steve and Dave continued to fondle her nipples whilst Pete thrust in, deeply, until his own curly crop became entangle with hers. 

Her outer lips seem to grab hold and suck at his penis as he withdrew it only to relax as he thrust forward again. Her clitoris popped out of its hood and I rubbed it gently and it wasn't long before their conjoined genitalia was making slurping noises and oozing drops of her essence onto the edge of the table. Having been denied released twice before, Pete increased his speed and, grunting loudly, he came, emptying his seed sacks in four hard thrusts.

We all stopped him from slumping forward onto Rosemary and he retired to a chair. I took his place and continued to pound that deliciously sloppy pussy until it twitched and grabbed me. I slowed my assault as her climax waned until I withdrew completely to let Steve take over. 

One of the girls asked her if she wanted to stop or rest, having seen how vigorously we had used her but she said 'No'. However, she did ask to change position. Steve stepped back and let her roll off the table and take up a position crouching doggy style on the soft carpet. Steve, who had been kneeling to one side with his slimy rod waving madly, re-entered her in a slurp and a squelch and continued to bang away until he came in a powerful series of noisy thrusts that lifted Rosemary's rear end off the carpet.

Steve crawled away to rest and Dave moved into position with his wonder wand straining to be put to work, but, before he entered her there was just time for a glimpse of the delightful cream pie between Rosemary's legs.

Unlike before, Dave didn't teased Rosemary, but impaled her to the hilt in a single jab.

She gasped, "Oh my god, Dave, take it easy." 

Yes, they had all seen Dave's drilling equipment and knew when they were on the receiving end. Several laughed on hearing this including Dave who gave her another powerful thrust in reply, in fact he gave her a great many powerful replies before sensing that she was again approaching her climax. Being the gentleman he was and being close to his own finish, Dave waited for her to cum, which she did noisily, thrashing back into him so that he had to hold on if he was not to slip out of her. 

Eventually she calmed enough for Dave to bring himself to a teeth-grinding finish that lasted several minutes - much longer than my orgasms and I wondered just how much semen he had placed inside her. However much there was, it ran out of her and down the inside of her leg as soon as Dave withdrew his dick. 

Anticipating this, Sarah had brought a towel that she offered to Rosemary as she removed her blindfold and rolled over to lie exhausted on the rug. She put it between her thighs and lay back down.

Sarah looked at her tired body and said, " God, Rosemary, that was a gang bang - are you all right?"

Rosemary turned her head to the side, grinned widely at Sarah and answered, "Fantastic - a bit sore - but fantastic!"

As the appointed spokesman I was forced to say after a long wait and several large gulps of my drink, "OK then, have all you ladies picked out which one was your partner?"

"I don't care, I'll take Dave home with me." laughed Rosemary and the others all joined in.

"Sorry girls, no favourites. Let me have your envelopes. Holly, yours first please."

It was, in fact the only envelope, the others had just scrawled a number on a piece of paper and folded it. I opened the envelope, removed and unfolded the paper inside to display a large number '3'.

Showing every one her answer, I said, "It looks as if Holly was right," 

" Surprise, surprise," scoffed the other girls who had all guessed which one was Dave - who wouldn't? The man had been around twice when dicks were handed out!

"Diane, my dear," I smirked at her as I opened the paper.

"Number 4 - shame on you- you picked Steve. "

" Ooh Aah!" came the chorus and Diane blushed.

I moved on quickly and found that Sarah had picked me. Interesting. The mistake escaped no one.

"You two must have similar dicks," said Rosemary who was still lounging almost naked on the floor. 

"They must have," said Holly and added, " Let's see them boys."

"OK. " I answered but first, let's see Rosemary's reply."

I open the last paper and it said '1'.

"I'd recognise that twitch when he cums anywhere," she laughed, leading us all in a chorus of laughter but that didn't deflect Holly who challenged, "Come on you two. You can't get out of this."

I looked at Steve and he looked at me. After what had happened tonight, standing up naked in front of the gathering was small beer. I stood and Steve stood next to me, our tackle hanging forlornly before us.

"That's no good," quipped Holly, "Can't you get 'em up? Come on, Diane, Sarah - give 'em a hand…. or mouth." She giggled at her own pun.

My partner and Sarah looked at each other then got up and walked forward. As they were about to kneel in front of us they exchanged knowing glances and then swapped places. Sarah took my semi-erect cock in her hand and squeezed it hard - it grew an inch. She licked it from top to bottom while rubbing between my legs as if I had a pussy. The effect of this was stunning and my organ leaped into her wet mouth where it underwent a sucking of which Dyson would have been proud.

Diane was having similar success with Steve who now sported a useful length of flesh - in fact, even to me, the similarity was astonishing - same length - same width - same shape. Diane was forgiven. I had just found my dick's doppleganger!

We stood side by side as the others examined our equipment. Most of them were satisfied. 

"OK, we will let you off," but Holly wasn't satisfied and added sulkily, "Well, I bet I could tell the difference."

"I think this is where we came in," said Pete and the others groaned.

"So there's only one way to find out isn't there folks?" added Diane expectantly. Steve and I groaned again. Holly beamed and stood up. She was still fully clothed except for her discarded panties, but began to remove her blouse followed by her bra and skirt.

"Whoa! Hang on we need some new rules if there is only two of us - she has a fifty percent chance of guessing right. How about each of us fuck Holly without her blindfold - a sort of sample… then we blindfold her and fuck her four times and she has to tell us the order we fucked her in."

"Sounds fair to me," said Pete

Although small, Holly was beautifully proportioned and I suspect her continuing scepticism was a ruse to show off her gorgeous body - not to mention getting herself fucked again. After Pete had spoken she made a Beeline for Steve and pushed him backwards until his legs hit a dining chair on which he sat. Holly straddled his lap and wasted little time guiding his penis to the lips of her wet and waiting pussy and, after wiping his knobhead along her slippery valley a few times, sank down onto it. 

She wriggled to let it fill her properly and began to raise and lower herself. No one was counting but after about a dozen thrusts she kissed Steve and got off him. She motioned me to take the seat where she repeated the procedure.

As she dismounted me Sarah was waiting with the blindfold and secured it over Holly's eyes. "How do you want it, Holly?" she asked.

"Like you had it - on my back on the table. Oh! And I want them both to cum in me."

Both Sarah and Rosemary helped her into position with her pussy at the end of the table and her legs dangling down. 

" Do you want Rosemary and I to hold your legs for you Holly?"

"Please," so they took up position to each side holding a foot and leaving Holly to display her wonderful pussy to all and sundry.

Whilst this was going on, Steve and I, in quiet whispers had decided the order in which we would go.

He went first. He stepped up and smiled, first at his wife and then at Rosemary. Then he leaned forward and supported his weight on his arms letting his cock swing into a position where it was poised to enter her. He gingerly pushed forward to engage her lips that she held parted and pushed deep into her vagina. He wasted no time in establishing a rhythm but stopped short before either of them came, pulled out and stood back. 

"Next," said Sarah.

Steve walked over to me, wiped himself with the towel that I offered him and returned to Holly. Sarah raised an eyebrow but Steve only smiled, took up the same position as before and carried on where he left off bringing Holly very close to her first orgasm before pulling out again and returning to where I stood.

At this point, everyone expected me to take over but Steve returned a third time to the task. This followed the same format as before only this time Holly began to climax after only a short while leaving Steve to pump roughly into her until he reached his own climax. As he was pumping in and out of Holly both his wife and Rosemary were rubbing themselves between their legs with their free hands and Rosemary came silently at the same time as he did.

When my turn came I was careful to take up my position exactly as Steve had done and I slipped all my rigid inches deep inside that sloppy hole. It responded with a squelch as Steve's cum was forced out onto my balls. I started slowly, giving Holly time to recover from her climax but gathered pace as I sensed her beginning to respond again. I must have fucked her for eight or nine minutes before I felt the sperm rise in my balls. I held back and waited for that telltale throbbing that told me Holly was cumming and at that point I slammed hard into her and spurted my scalding hot load deep inside her. Her pussy rippled along my shaft. I withdrew before ramming my shaft forward into her tiny frame and ejaculated again then did it again and again. I was amazed by the strength of my orgasm being the second in under an hour, but it was certainly one to remember.

My legs felt wobbly and I staggered backwards finding comfort in a convenient armchair where I gathered my breath. As luck would have it Holly was also taking her time to recover so that by the time she was removing her blindfold both Steve and I were equally composed and not about to give away who went last.

Sarah and Rosemary tried to help Holly to get down but Holly bounced excitedly back to the gathering where she pushed a towel between her legs and reclined, glowing, onto a sofa next to Dave.

After a short period of suspense, Sarah asked the question.

Holly glanced sideways towards Dave who raised a smiling eyebrow and said," It was certainly Steve who went first but I'm pretty sure he also went second as well."




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People exchanged looks indicated they were impressed.

"I also think that John went last. He has a wonderful action - thank you John."

Steve looked a little miffed that Holly had singled me out for praise but Holly continued..

"You think you had me fooled didn't you Steve, by going third as well, but that final session did wonders for me. You have this knack of pushing the tip of your penis in so that it rubs exactly the right spot as it enters. I think you could make me cum very quickly - and of course you did."

Every one gave a spontaneous round of applause and Diane said," I don't know how she does it."

"Well it's certainly been a night to remember," said Holly, whereupon my better half, who was the only woman still wearing any clothing and who had only had one orgasm, retorted, "It's not over yet I hope?"

"What do you have in mind then, Diane?" asked Sarah who was busy pouring wine into the glasses of anyone whose glass was empty.

"Well, I'm still horny - I don't know about the rest of you."